Looking up at the deserted drill ground, Flossie Wright stretched languidly, planning to take a few laps before assembling.
However, she had only taken two steps when the mobile phone in her hand began to vibrate.
It was a call.
Without any note, just a string of unfamiliar numbers.
"Hello."
Pulling on the talk button, Flossie Wright placed the phone to her ear.
"...Hello."
Gauging the voice, it was somewhat hesitant, perhaps uncertain.
It was a man.
Perceiving his doubt, Flossie Wright explained: "This is Rowdy Brightwill's phone."
"Oh, then I've not dialed wrong." The voice on the other end became refreshingly bright and then he asked, "Where is he? And who are you…"
"He's in the canteen; I'm his friend."
Flossie Wright made a brief explanation, without intending to conceal anything.
"Uh, you're in the Forces too?"
"Yes."
"A female soldier?"
"Yes."
"Then..."
"Do you need anything?"
Cutting him off, Flossie Wright asked directly.
